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five days weren’t supposed to feel this long.

jungkook had reluctantly left on sunday morning for a business trip overseas, it was now friday evening. he had been travelling since early morning, having taken a series of trains, buses, and flights just to get to the airport which was still a two hour taxi ride away from your shared apartment.

he was exhausted, slightly hangry, and terribly missing you - his heavily pregnant wife, his y/n, the one and only love of his life.

you were just about eight months now, always hungry and waddling everywhere, your due date fast approaching. jungkook had been very hesitant to leave, refusing the offer at first. but then you assured him that you could call your best friend - jina, who lived 5 minutes away - if anything happened, and that this trip could lead to a potential promotion for him, which would benefit you both greatly given the baby on the way.

even though jungkook knew you’d be fine for a couple of days with help nearby, he still didn’t want to leave at all - he missed whispering to your belly at night, missed kissing and stroking your hair until you fell asleep, missed being able to slip it in gently from behind when you got needy during the night - which was nearly every night.

a little pathetic for a 5 day absence, yes. but this was jungkook - you’d been married for 3 years, dated for 5, and his obsession with you only grew stronger with each passing day.

your pregnancy wasn’t planned, but it wasn’t a surprise, either. you weren’t on any birth control and hated when jungkook wore condoms, so it was only a matter of time. a baby now wasn’t an inconvenience, you worked remotely and jungkook’s job was steady. he couldn’t wait to become a father, to grow your family and watch either a mini you or him run around the apartment.

throughout your pregnancy, jungkook had literally stopped letting you do anything tiring - especially when your belly started growing bigger. he was constantly by your side, usually one hand on your belly and the other stroking your hair. he cleaned the whole apartment regularly, made sure you took at least two naps a day, and tended to every pregnant need you had, no matter how silly it was.

jungkook always agreed to doing whatever you wanted, even before you got pregnant. you were his main priority, and he wanted to make you feel happy and loved all the time. so when he’d come home from work to find you sprawled on the couch balancing a box of pizza on your bump whilst watching tv? he just took out a spoon and your favourite ice cream from the freezer, sat beside you, and fed you the ice cream with one hand while the other rubbed your swollen feet.

he was never overbearing, just wanted to ensure you and the baby were completely comfortable and calm - even if doing so meant watching you eat junk food all the time and treating you like you were a piece of easily breakable fine china.

you knew he was constantly working hard so you didn’t have to. he’d assembled almost everything in the nursery himself or with the help of taehyung - a close friend - during weekends, he’d ask to work from home some days just because you didn’t want to let him go in the mornings. and despite being exhausted, he still intently listened to you ramble on about whatever whilst tenderly rubbing your back each night.

you thought this trip might be helpful for jungkook, might give him a deserved break from you, even though he’d text you every twenty minutes complaining about how he’d rather be home with you.

you wanted to do something special for him tonight. you wanted to fulfill jungkook’s needs, too. being pregnant meant you two went on a lot less dates, you dressed up less, tired most of the time. and whilst jungkook claimed this was definitely not a problem - you just felt like you weren’t really trying for him anymore.

he had called you fifteen minutes ago, asking how you felt and if you had eaten. you lied to him, saying that you were just about to go for a nap, when you were most definitely not.

jungkook had just gotten into the taxi to get home, which meant he’d be back in around an hour, leaving you enough time to get ready for him. he had sounded so exhausted and frustrated over the phone, the poor thing. apparently he’d already eaten, you just hoped it was something light since you’d planned to be his dinner tonight.

you had just finished shaving your body head to toe - difficult with your bump, but not impossible. “sorry, baby.” you had whispered when you accidentally scratched your belly button too hard whilst putting lotion on. you weren’t going to half ass this, you were going to make sure jungkook had one of the best nights of his life.

earlier that day, the new lingerie set you’d ordered arrived - crimson, lacy, and with minimal coverage - jungkook’s favourite. you carefully slipped it on, the lace hugged your curves beautifully, highlighting your bump without feeling too uncomfortable. you also curled your hair and did your makeup, finishing the look by applying some sultry lipstick.

as you adjusted the set in the mirror, your gaze drifted to the clock. perfect, jungkook would be home soon - and you looked hot.

you’d planned to wait for him on the couch, but your impatience started to get the better of you. but who could blame you? you were 8 months pregnant, missing your husband, and your sex drive impeccably high.

around five more minutes had passed, and you soon found yourself reaching into the bottom drawer of your nightstand where you and jungkook kept a series of sex toys - dildos, kegel balls, restraints, whatnot - and took out the baby pink vibrator jungkook had bought you just a couple of weeks ago.

you’d used it continuously during his absence, and you were already so wet at the thought of him finally coming home that sound of the vibrator made you drip even further.

legs spreading, you moved your panties to one side and edged it closer to your aching folds. the cold air made you gasp, and the moment you pressed the vibrator against your clit - you became a moaning mess.

thoughts of your husband filled your mind - him putting together furniture in the nursery all shirtless and sweaty, the way the veins on his arm popped out when he flexed it just because he knew it turned you on. “ah. fuck.” your eyes rolled back as you pressed the vibrator harder against you, that sweet feeling already forming in your lower stomach.

in between your gasps and moans, you faintly heard the front door unlock. finally, jungkook was home - and what a sight he’d walk into. you didn’t turn the vibrator off, didn’t get up, you just waited for him to come and find you - pleasuring yourself to the thought of him.

jungkook was so happy to finally be home, to find you and hold you after what felt like forever. as he closed the door and put his suitcase to one side, he noticed that the lights were off and the living room empty. had you fallen asleep?

“baby?” jungkook called out, voice slightly hoarse from the wind outside - you didn’t respond. he slipped his shoes and jacket off, dropping his keys on the side dish, and started walking to your shared bedroom. if you were asleep, then he wanted nothing but to join you as soon as possible.

as he approached, he could hear soft muffled sounds. what were you doing? the bedroom door wasn’t fully closed, and when jungkook pushed it open, his mouth immediately went dry at the sight before him.

you, legs spread wide and shaking with your vibrator pressed against your core whilst your free hand played with your nipple erotically - luscious tits now spilling out of your sexy lingerie.

your head was tipped back against the headboard, eyes closed and biting your lip as the vibrator circled your dripping clit. “mm…baby, is that you?” your eyes stayed closed. “I missed you so much, kookie - ah..” you gasped as you turned the vibrator to a much stronger, harsher setting, pushing the tip of it inside you now.

jungkook was stunned. he was frozen, eyes wide, just stood there in the doorway watching you - cock already straining his pants - you’d never pulled anything like this before. christ, you looked pornographic right now, and he’d never been more turned on. the sounds of the vibrator pushing in and out of you were actually obscene.

he quickly found his voice again, though it was quiet and slightly shaky. “b-baby, what are you doing?” jungkook inched closer, now stepping fully into the bedroom and closing the door behind him. his gaze landed on your bump, so plump and full with his baby - the fact that you were pregnant made this even hotter.

you giggled, your eyes opening slightly to look at him. fuck - he looked so good - a mixture of confused, exhausted, and aroused - standing there in a white button up and black slacks, hair slightly messy. “i couldn’t wait anymore…had to take care of myself without you…” your breathing was starting to become laboured, it was clear you were nearing your release.

jungkook’s eyes darkened immediately, desire replacing the confusion. he couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to throw that vibrator across the room and pleasure you himself. he quickly lowered one knee onto the bed and dove in, taking the vibrator from your grasp and tossing it somewhere behind him, then quickly sliding your drenched panties off.

his mouth closed over your clit immediately, licking and sucking enthusiastically. “yes…fuck..” your hands tangled in his hair, pushing him further into you whilst you wrapped your legs around his head, effectively trapping him in between your legs so you could grind against him easier. jungkook loved it when you did that, especially when you were so wet like this - you tasted so sweet, he wanted to be buried in your pussy forever - even if it suffocated him.

his hands dug into your thighs - not hard enough to hurt - and pushed his skilled tongue inside you, quickening his pace just to hear you moan louder. “there…kookie, yes..!” his nose pressing against your clit sent you over the edge - eyes rolling to the back of your head as you began to see stars. “yes! oh!” you yelled. jungkook smiled against your pussy, his pace never wavering as his tongue lapped up all of your juices. he kept swirling his tongue and licking until your legs stopped shaking, loosening around his head.

jungkook pressed a sweet kiss to your clit before coming back up to look at you. his eyes finally met yours - your light hazel eyes glistened with contentment - his favourite sight ever. jungkook’s lips quickly found yours, the kiss was heated and your tongues immediately intertwined - now reunited after days apart. you could taste yourself on him, and you loved it.

your hands cradled his face as your lips continued moving, then jungkook reluctantly pulled back for some air, resting his forehead against yours. “i missed you so fucking much.” he murmured as his hands gently rubbed your belly - right where the baby had been kicking more lately. “baby ok?”

you nodded, still a little out of breath, your hands now at the nape of his neck - caressing his soft skin. “never better.” jungkook smiled and pressed one last kiss to the corner of your mouth, before looking down at your body, his finger hooking into the strap of your bra as he raised a brow. “new?”

you giggled and licked your lips. “yes. wanted to surprise you.”

jungkook hummed. “red. good choice.” he murmured before burying his face between your velvety tits - his hand started travelling back down, slipping between your folds which were already wet again - but your hand stopped him, wrapping around his wrist and pushing it away.

you shook your head and sat up, one hand on your belly as you got off the bed. “no more. I want to make you feel good.” you stated as you carefully kneeled on the floor in front of him and patted the mattress for him to sit on.

but jungkook frowned - cock still painfully hard. “baby, I can’t have you kneeling on the floor at 8 months pregnant.”

you rolled your eyes and patted the mattress again. “jungkook.” you licked your lightly swollen lips, and jungkook was halfway to going insane again, then you asked sweetly. “I want to suck your cock - please?”

yeah, jungkook was a goner. he couldn’t possibly say no to you when you sounded so fucking pretty and sinful. he did want to shove his cock so hard down your throat until you cried - the fact that you were pregnant and sensitive was the only thing stopping him. well, not anymore. you were being a brat tonight, and he had no choice but to put up with it.

“alright - fuck.” jungkook swiftly repositioned himself on the mattress so that your head was now between his legs. you started to massage his thighs through his pants, he undid his belt whilst you did that, tossing at across the room as you started to pull his pants down. once they were off, jungkook leaned back on his forearms and sighed, cherishing the feeling of you touching him after such an exhausting fucking day.

you started palming his huge cock through his boxers, thumb circling the tip - your mouth watered. “you’re so hard, kookie.”

jungkook groaned, one tattooed hand - the one with your initials on his knuckles - coming down to grab your hair as his hips buckled. “god…” his voice was low and quiet, you hadn’t even begun to blow him and he was already close to cumming.

after stroking his length some more, you finally pulled his boxers down - his massive cock springing out towards your face. it was so hard and thick - you’d missed the sight of it so much that it nearly brought you to tears, your wetness starting to drip onto the floor beneath you.

you licked your lips then leaned in, pressing a kiss to his tip and licking off the little bead of precum.

your tongue swirled around the tip - wet and slow - then you wrapped a hand around the base and started to stroke gently. jungkook muttered a series of tender curses as you continued to lick and tease his needy cock.

you pulled back and admired your work for a second - your saliva coated him all over now - his cock glistened in the low light. then you finally started to take him deeper, mouth stretching to accommodate his size, his breath hitched as your tongue serenaded his cock.

the feeling of his warm, salty, wet length on your tongue felt so heavenly, heat pooling low in your belly. jungkook’s delicate fingers tightened in your hair as you took him fully inch by inch, bobbing your head up and down just how he liked it. “fuckkk…baby, I love you so much.” his eyes were hazy as he watched you - tired but full of love. “you’re so beautiful like this, light of my fucking life…”

another deep moan escaped his lips, motivating you to take him further. your nose brushed his pelvis, tears beginning to pricking at your waterline from his thick length against your throat - but your motions didn’t waver. saliva started to form at the corners of your mouth, progressively dripping down your chin. you just hummed, one hand coming up to stroke the base of his balls with your thumb.

jungkook’s hips began to thrust - gentle at first. when you started to moan loudly, some tears falling down your cheeks, his thrusts got bolder - your eyes were so soft, so watery all because of him. jungkook’s eyes never left your face, he always loved to watch your mouth get fucked by him. “come on, princess….you’re so good, you can take it…” his voice was hoarse, and airy - strained by your mouth.

it was evident jungkook was starting to lose control - his thrusts got meaner and faster, the lewd sounds of you taking his cock making him even more eager. the bedroom was full of quiet gagging and slurping sounds from your lips, spit was dripping to the floor now - along with your wetness. you sucked him off with complete love and care, smiling when his thighs began to tremble.

jungkook’s thrusts continued to get even rougher - his cock now practically buried down your throat. his moans began to get relentless and needier - as did your own - you were so turned on that you were grinding onto the floor subconsciously, whining and whimpering into it. his free hand came to wipe a tear falling down your flushed cheeks, whilst the other tightened in your hair, guiding your head up and down faster. jungkook’s breathing was erratic as he desperately tried to hold on and murmured to you. “gonna cum, pretty….gonna fucking fill you. you gonna swallow it all up, yeah?”

you hummed and nodded eagerly, and jungkook moaned your name deeply as he finally let go - white, hot ropes of cum beginning to shoot down your throat. “y/n…you’re such a good girl for me…yes..” he whispered breathlessly as you swallowed it all up greedily, not daring to waste any. your own orgasm came crashing down on you - eyes tightly squeezing shut - moaning and whimpering against your husband’s cock as you continued to grind and leak shamelessly all over the floor.

you kept your mouth around him the whole time, taking every last drop until he was trembling and starting to get hard again. jungkook had let go of your hair, now stroking gently. you released him with a soft pop, your lips glistening and glossy - chin still dripping his release.

jungkook hadn’t even realised you had cum too - too overwhelmed by pleasure. his eyes darkened again as he took in your face and the floor beneath you. “get on this bed now.” his voice was low and commanding, still hoarse from before - it was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard. he didn’t have to tell you twice, anticipation brewed in your lower stomach again as you quickly got up off the floor (as fast as a pregnant woman could), and got on the bed.

jungkook’s strong hands immediately found your forearms to steady you, you were still completely bare apart from that lacy bra and the evidence of your earlier orgasm still dripping down your legs. he shook his head and tutted whilst rubbing your belly, you gave him a confused look “hm?” - then his hand drifted down to your pussy, spreading your folds and dragging his ring finger over your swollen clit. “baby, you had to fuck the floor because of me - we gotta fix that.” his tone was apologetic yet teasing, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped you.

jungkook smiled, gently rubbing your clit now - you were already so wet again (thanks to pregnancy), it was all he ever wanted to see and feel. he crashed his mouth onto yours again, gently sucking on your bottom lip, then he pushed his tongue into your mouth. he could taste himself on your tongue, but jungkook didn’t mind - if anything, it turned him on more. you had blowed him so fucking good he was sure his dick was going to snap in half.

you whimpered again when jungkook pulled away, his hand still working between your legs. you wanted him so badly - right now, completely inside of you.

your hands came up to his chest- still covered by that useless shirt - and lightly pushed him back against the headboard, he raised a brow. “want to ride you, kookie…” you sounded like an angel, grinding your hips against his.

jungkook’s breath hitched, he didn’t want to wait anymore either.

much to your delight, his shirt came off in seconds, revealing those delicious muscles. your hands immediately latched onto his biceps, just squeezing and feeling them. jungkook was so fucking big now compared to a couple of months ago, and you loved it. he had been going to the gym for some time, forever going on about how he wanted to be fit and healthy for you and the baby, but holy fuck - this was on another level.

jungkook let you explore for a minute, just sitting there quietly rubbing your inner whilst you basically drooled over his body - until he started getting impatient.

his hands moved up to your hips and lifted you onto his lap, looking straight into your eyes. then he leaned down to kiss the sensitive spot under your ear, nuzzling the tip of his nose against it. “thought you said you something about riding me, hm?” he whispered. you bit your lip, heat pooling low in your stomach.

a whimper escaped you as you nodded at his words. jungkook just hummed, rubbing the tip of his cock against your drenched folds - smearing your arousal all over it. you moaned instantly, your head dropping against his shoulder. jungkook pulled you closer so that your bump could rest comfortably in between you two, then he began to push the tip in.

low curses escaped you both as his thick cock started to stretch your walls - warmth filling you quickly. jungkook buried his head in your neck as you fully sat down on his length, pressing soft kisses everywhere he could. he let you get comfortable first, then started to slowly thrust his hips upwards. “oh…” you murmured at his slow motions, hands gripping his biceps again.

you started to move up and down - jungkook was not ready for that. “fuck, baby-“ his hands flew back to your hips, helping you move yourself up and down.

the pace was still slow, just how you two liked it - not short and sweet, but long and loving. jungkook’s lips kissed down your neck, collarbone, to the column between your tits. one of his hands started to massage one gently through your bra. he was so mesmerised - pregnancy had changed your body significantly, and jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way. you looked so full now, full with his baby, full of love - he wanted you pregnant always.

“so pretty for me, baby…” he murmured as his hands continued to play with your tits. his breath hitched when you reached back and unclasped the bra, tits spilling free.

you started getting bolder, quickening your pace, using him to fuck yourself. jungkook didn’t mind at all - he wanted you to take all the pleasure you could get. the image of you bouncing on his cock was always his favourite.

“ah! yes!” you moaned as his cock went deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you again and again. jungkook’s mouth then closed over your nipple, licking and biting gently. you whimpered at his actions, nails digging into his back as he started to move his hips faster up to yours.

jungkook kept sucking on your nipple, and that’s when he felt it - a warm, sweet liquid - your milk. he let out a low, loud moan as it continued to come out, it turned him on so much. your milk tasted so fucking good, jungkook lapped it all up without missing a drop - he was almost jealous of your unborn baby for getting this milk.

jungkook could tell you were reaching your peak now - your back was arched, your nails were scratching and digging into his back, and the sounds coming out of your mouth as you bounced up and down on his cock were nothing but obscene - he couldn’t torture you any longer, his own release was building in his lower stomach.

“I know, beautiful, I know.” he murmured, groaning as your lips met again. his hand travelled back down, finding your clit and beginning to rub firm circles over it. “let me help you. let go, baby..” you moaned into his mouth at his words “yes! jungkook!” and finally let go, your cum and squirt coating his cock all over.

jungkook came with a guttural moan as soon as your walls clenched around him. your name left his lips continuously as he continued to thrust into you - fucking you gently through your high - until they began to get sloppy. “good girl.” he praised when you were finished.

he stayed buried inside you for a bit, head resting against your shoulder until he pulled back and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. jungkook then brushed some hair out of your face and moved so that you two were lying side by side, still not pulling out.

he adjusted the covers over you then pulled you closer - one arm draped over your waist and bump whilst the other gently stroked your hair. jungkook could tell you were exhausted by now, your quietness the main hint. he murmured an ‘I love you’ to both you and the baby before adjusting the pillows again. you hummed, only registering the press of warm lips against your forehead before dreams finally pulled you under.

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— and when he glances down at you, you’re suddenly very interested in the blanket covering your lap. that’s when he knows something is up.

— “what?”

— you immediately shake your head. “nothing.”

— “that’s definitely not nothing.”

— and after several minutes of him poking at the conversation, you finally admit it.

— you’ve never had a boyfriend before. ever.

— no first relationship. no first anniversary. no first “good morning” texts. nothing.

— for a second jungkook just stares at you. not because he’s judging you, but because suddenly so many things make sense. the way you got nervous the first time he held your hand. the way you spent twenty minutes choosing a text message before sending it. the way your face turned bright red when someone referred to him as your boyfriend.

— and instead of teasing you, his expression softens. completely, because suddenly he realizes something important. every single relationship milestone you’re experiencing…

— you’re experiencing with him first.

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• boyfriend things you never got to experience before

— jungkook becomes very aware of your firsts after that. not in a weird way, in a protective way, because he knows these moments matter to you.

— he remembers the first time he picked you up for a date, the first time he kissed you, the first time you stole one of his hoodies and refused to give it back, the first time you fell asleep on his shoulder during a movie.

— he remembers everything.

— sometimes months later he’ll randomly bring something up. “remember when you were too nervous to call me?”

— and you’ll immediately hide your face, while he’s sitting there smiling because he remembers exactly how cute you looked.

— you’ll complain that he’s embarrassing, he’ll complain that you’re adorable, and somehow neither of you wins.

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• him realizing how much you trust him

— out of everything, this is what affects jungkook the most. the trust.

— because being someone’s first boyfriend isn’t just about cute milestones, it means you’re trusting him with experiences you’ve never had before.

— you’re trusting him with your first relationship. your first heartbreak, if things ever went wrong. your first real love, and that’s not something jungkook takes lightly.

— sometimes he’ll be holding your hand while walking somewhere and the realization hits him all over again. you chose him. out of everyone. him.

— and honestly? it scares him a little, because suddenly he wants to get everything right. he wants your memories of your first relationship to be good ones. he wants you to feel loved, safe, cherished. he wants you to look back years from now and smile when you remember him.

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• your first time sleeping beside him

— The first time you fall asleep together, you’re nervous for absolutely no reason. Well. Several reasons.

— You’re aware of everything. How close he is, how warm he is, how easily his arm settles around your waist.

— Meanwhile Jungkook looks completely relaxed. Which honestly feels unfair, because you’re overthinking every movement while he’s already pulling you closer against his chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

— “Comfortable?”

— “No.”

— He laughs immediately. That deep sleepy laugh, the one that makes your stomach flip. Then he kisses your forehead and pulls the blankets higher around both of you.

— “We’ve got all night.” And somehow that makes everything easier, because he never rushes you, never makes you feel silly for being nervous, never acts like you should already know what you’re doing. He just lets you figure things out at your own pace, with him right beside you.

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• when he realizes how easily he affects you

— Jungkook discovers very quickly that he doesn’t have to do much to make you flustered. A look. A compliment. His arm around your waist. That’s usually enough.

— Which becomes a problem. Because once he realizes this? He starts enjoying it way too much.

— You’ll be talking about something completely normal and suddenly he’s staring. Just staring, eyes focused entirely on you.

— And eventually you’ll stop talking. “What?”

— “Nothing.”

— “Jungkook.”

— Tiny smile. “No, keep talking.”

— that somehow makes it worse, because now you’re aware of how close he is. How his hand is resting on yours, how he’s looking at you, and meanwhile he’s completely entertained by your reaction.

— The worst part? The second you hide your face, he’s pulling your hands away. “Don’t do that.”

— “Why?”

— “Wanna see you.”

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• the first time he realizes he’s in love with being your first boyfriend

— this is not because of possessiveness, not because nobody came before him, but because every experience feels special.

— The first relationship nickname, the first anniversary, he’s the first person you call when something good happens, the first person you want beside you when something goes wrong.

— Sometimes jungkook’ll catch himself thinking about it randomly. Like when you’re walking together holding hands, or when you steal his hoodie, or when you automatically curl up beside him on the couch.

— he’ll smile to himself, because those things are normal relationship moments for most people, but they’re new for you. And somehow you chose him to experience them with.

— Which still amazes him. Every single day.

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• when you stop being nervous

— His favorite moment isn’t actually your first date. Or your first kiss. Or any of the big milestones. It’s the day he notices you’ve stopped hesitating, stopped second-guessing yourself, stopped worrying about whether you’re doing things right.

— Because now you’re reaching for his hand first, leaning against him automatically, stealing kisses from his cheek without getting embarrassed afterward.

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• when he realizes how inexperienced you actually are

— At first, Jungkook thinks you’re just shy. Shy about holding hands, shy about compliments, shy whenever he gets too close.

— But the longer you’re together, the more he starts noticing things. The way you secretly google relationship questions, the way you ask your friends whether certain things are normal, the way you overthink every little milestone between the two of you. He notices all of it.

— And one night, while you’re curled against his side in bed watching a movie neither of you are paying attention to anymore, he catches you staring at your intertwined hands. Just staring. Lost in thought.

— “What?”

— You immediately shake your head.“Nothing.”

— “It wasn’t nothing.”

— “It was.”

— “It definitely wasn’t.”

— Eventually you sigh, then admit it. “I just never thought I’d have this.”

— Jungkook’s entire expression changes, because suddenly he understands. You aren’t nervous because you’re uncertain about him, you’re nervous because all of this is new. The hand holding, the cuddling, the good morning texts, the kisses goodbye, everything.

— And for some reason that realization completely wrecks him, because now all he can think about is how much trust you’re placing in him. How every relationship memory you’re making is being made with him first, and suddenly he wants to protect every single one of them.

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• your first sleepover as his girlfriend

— The first time you stay overnight with him, you’re so nervous it’s almost ridiculous. You spend an hour deciding what pajamas to bring, you overthink where you’ll sleep, you overthink whether you’ll snore, you overthink literally everything.

— Meanwhile Jungkook thinks it’s adorable. Not that he tells you that immediately, because he knows you’d die of embarrassment.

— Instead he just quietly helps you settle in, shows you where everything is, lets you take your time, and acts completely normal, even though he’s secretly smiling every time you get flustered.

— The thing that finally breaks him? When you emerge from the bathroom looking nervous and immediately ask: “Is this okay?” Referring to your pajamas.

— And Jungkook just stares, because suddenly he’s realizing how badly you want everything to go right. How much effort you’re putting into something that feels effortless to him.

— His chest hurts a little in the best way, so he simply reaches for your hand, pulls you closer, and presses a kiss to your forehead. “You’re cute, you know that?”

— Then he watches your entire face turn red.

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• clingy boyfriend jk after he discovers you’re touch-starved

— Jungkook discovers something very dangerous early into the relationship: You love affection, you just aren’t used to receiving it. Which means every little thing affects you. His arm around your shoulders, his fingers brushing yours, his hand resting on your knee during car rides.

— The first time he pulls you into his lap while you’re both watching a movie, you practically stop functioning, and he notices immediately. Of course he does. He’s Jungkook, nothing gets past him.

— The movie continues playing, but neither of you are watching it, because now he’s distracted by how nervous you are. How your hands don’t know where to go, how you’re trying so hard to act normal. Eventually he wraps both arms around your waist, pulls you comfortably against his chest, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

— “Relax.” Easy for him to say. He’s not the one whose heart is trying to escape through their ribs, but eventually you do relax.

— You settle against him naturally, and once that happens? Jungkook is finished, because now he never wants to sit normally again.

— If you’re nearby, he wants you touching him somehow. Holding hands, curled into his side, sitting beside him. Resting your head on his shoulder.

— Anything. Everything. Because he gets just as addicted to your affection as you are to his.

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• when you get shy about relationship things

— Sometimes Jungkook forgets that things which feel normal to him still feel huge to you. Like introducing each other as boyfriend and girlfriend. Or couple photos. Or meeting family members.

— The first time someone asks who he is and you quietly answer: “My boyfriend.” Jungkook almost loses his mind. Not outwardly, internally, because hearing you say it does something to him.

— The shy smile afterward. The way you immediately look away. The tiny blush spreading across your cheeks. He’s completely gone.

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• when he catches himself imagining your future together

— This one scares him. A little.

— Because one night you’re asleep beside him. Curled into his chest, wearing one of his shirts. Completely peaceful, and he’s supposed to be sleeping too.

— Instead he’s awake. Watching you. Thinking. Dangerous activity.

— Because suddenly he starts realizing how attached he’s become, how important you’ve become, how natural you feel in his life. And then an even more dangerous thought appears.

— He doesn’t want to be your first boyfriend. He wants to be your last one too. And that realization hits him so hard that he actually laughs quietly to himself.

— Because he’s gone. Completely. Hopelessly. Embarrassingly gone. For the girl who still gets excited when he holds her hand.

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Other young women your age learned piano and embroidery and court etiquette beneath candlelit ceilings in warm estates far from danger. Instead, you learned how to brace yourself against violent waves before you learned proper handwriting, you learned how to hold a knife before you learned how to dance, you learned how to spot approaching enemy ships before you learned what love was supposed to feel like.

Your father liked to say the ocean only respected the ruthless, which was probably why he spent more time speaking to his crew than to you. Captain Seo was feared across half the known waters, cruel in the way storms were cruel - not because they enjoyed destruction, but because they did not care enough to stop it. Men whispered his name in taverns with lowered voices and stiff shoulders while merchants cursed him over spilled whiskey and missing cargo.

You had heard the stories constantly whenever your ship docked in crowded ports. “The Black Crest.” “The Sea Devil.” “The Butcher of the South Passage.” Your father? You were naive once, you couldn’t believe your precious father could ever hurt a man, let alone take multiple lives with a flick of his sword.

They never mentioned his daughter, never mentioned the girl standing ten feet away with a dagger hidden beneath her coat and enough fury buried inside her ribs to drown kingdoms whole. Surprisingly, you preferred it that way, because being underestimated kept you alive.

The ship rocked violently beneath your boots as rain hammered against the deck hard enough to sting your skin raw, but you barely reacted anymore because storms had stopped frightening you years ago. Above you, thunder cracked across the black sky while sailors shouted over one another trying to secure ropes before the mast split clean in half. Harsh waves slammed against the hull with terrifying force, seawater spraying across the deck in freezing bursts that soaked through your clothes instantly.

The storm had arrived faster than expected, swallowing the horizon whole until the world became nothing but darkness, roaring wind, and chaos. You should have been below deck. Your father ordered it nearly an hour ago with that cold commanding voice he used whenever he stopped speaking to you like a daughter and started speaking to you like another sailor beneath his authority. But storms always made you restless, they reminded you there was still something larger than your father in this world, something even he could not command or threaten into obedience.

So instead, you stood near the starboard railing gripping soaked wood while rain drenched your coat completely, your braid sticking heavily to the back of your neck. Lightning illuminated the horizon every few seconds, brief violent flashes revealing endless black ocean before darkness swallowed everything again. You closed your eyes briefly and inhaled deeply. Salt, rain, smoke, freedom. It was the closest thing to peace you had felt in weeks.

“Miss!” one of the crewmen hurried toward you through the storm, struggling to keep his footing while water crashed across the deck around him. “Your father said below deck immediately.”

You barely glanced at him because you already knew exactly how this conversation would go. “Then he can come drag me there himself.”

The poor sailor looked exhausted before you even finished speaking, like arguing with you had physically aged him over the years. “Please do not make me repeat that to him.”

“He already dislikes me. One more disappointment won’t kill him.”

“Your father does not dislike you, miss.”

“No?” You turned toward him fully then, rain dripping down your face while thunder growled overhead. “Then why does everyone on this ship act like my only purpose is surviving long enough for him to trade me to someone useful?”

The crewman opened his mouth immediately, probably searching for some comforting lie, but closed it again because neither of you knew how to answer honestly. Your father had never officially promised your hand to anyone, but men spoke openly enough around ships when they assumed women weren’t listening. Political alliances, merchant families, powerful captains.

Your existence was valuable because of your father’s reputation, not because anyone cared what you wanted. You were a woman, after all. Having grown up with no mother, some would say you’ve no proper etiquette or understanding of your role in society, making you appear animalistic and impolite, just like the men on your father’s ship. Sometimes you wondered if he loved you at all or if he simply protected what belonged to him. The thought made your chest ache in ways you never admitted aloud.

Lightning split across the sky suddenly, illuminating the horizon bright enough to burn white across your vision for half a second, and that was when you saw it. Another ship. Massive. Dark. Moving through the storm like it had been born there. Your stomach tightened immediately because there was only one crew reckless enough to sail directly into weather like this.

The Arirang.

It was a beauty. Your father’s greatest enemy. A pirate vessel infamous from the eastern colonies to the northern trade routes, commanded by a captain whose name was spoken almost like a warning prayer in every port you had ever visited. Jeon Jungkook. You had heard stories about him since you were fourteen years old. Some called him a devil blessed by the sea itself, while others swore he had survived executions, mutinies, impossible storms, ambushes that should have killed entire crews. At twenty-two, he was already one, if not the most, feared captain in your seas.

Tavern girls spoke about him with flushed cheeks and dreamy smiles while merchants cursed him for stealing cargo worth kingdoms. Your father spoke of him differently though, with restrained hatred sharpened by reluctant respect he refused to admit existed. “That boy is dangerous,” he once muttered after too much rum and too little sleep. “Not because he kills. Plenty of men kill. He’s dangerous because people want to follow him.”

You were seventeen when you first heard Jungkook’s name. You were twenty now, and somehow fate had dragged his ship directly into yours in the middle of a storm violent enough to swallow fleets whole.

“CAPTAIN!” One of your father’s men pointed toward the approaching vessel while panic spread immediately across the deck like spilled oil catching fire. Cannons rotated, sailors scrambled toward battle positions while others shouted over the storm trying to secure damaged rigging before the ship tore itself apart completely.

Your father emerged from his quarters with fury already carved into his face, long dark coat snapping violently in the wind behind him. The second his eyes landed on the Arirang, everything in him sharpened dangerously.

Then he noticed you standing there. The rage redirected instantly. “I told you to stay below deck.”

“And I told you storms are prettier up here, father.” You weren’t lying. From where you were standing, you could see everything perfectly.

“This is not the time for your mouth.”

You rolled your eyes, turning towards the sea again. “When is it ever?”

“Enough.” Your father strode toward you through rain and smoke, seawater dripping from dark hair while thunder shook the sky overhead. Even exhausted and soaked through completely, he carried authority like a weapon. Men twice your size feared him instinctively, you had your entire life.

“I told you to get inside,” he ordered again, voice low enough to be dangerous.

“I can fight.”

“You can obey.” obey. obey. obey - your life story, to shut your mouth and obey.

“I am not a child.”

“No,” he snapped sharply, stepping closer until you could feel the fury radiating from him despite the storm. “You are my daughter. Which means every man on that ship becomes a threat the second they realise who you are.”

You crossed your arms despite the freezing rain soaking through your sleeves, because refusing him had become an instinct years ago. “Maybe I’m tired of being treated like something breakable, as though I’m not capable of protecting my ship as-well as my life.”

Your father’s jaw tightened immediately, that familiar look crossing his face - equal parts frustration and fear he never admitted existed. “The sea breaks everyone eventually.”

“Maybe I’d rather it break me than lock me below deck forever.”

“Do you think this is about control?” His patience was thinning now, with the Arirang close by and the storm worsening? you were bound to be doomed.

“Isn’t it always?” Another wave crashed violently against the ship hard enough to shake the deck beneath your feet, but neither of you moved. Around you, sailors rushed frantically preparing for battle while cannons were loaded and ropes secured, yet somehow this argument still felt louder than the storm itself.

“You know nothing about what men become during war,” your father said finally, quieter now but somehow more frightening because of it.

“I know exactly what men become during war,” you answered immediately, anger now quickly building up inside you. “I was raised by them.”

Something flickered across his expression then. Hurt maybe. Regret? It disappeared too quickly to study properly. “This conversation ends now.”

You scoff, not surprised your words were enough to shut him up. “Convenient.”

Before he could answer, a cannon blast exploded through the storm violently enough to rattle your bones. The entire ship shook beneath you while screams erupted across the deck. Splintered wood burst through smoke and rain as sailors stumbled backward from the impact. Somewhere above, ropes snapped loudly enough to sound like gunfire. Another cannon roared from the Arirang. Then another. War, as always, came quickly at sea.

The Arirang tore through rain and smoke like something alive, black sails towering against lightning while men moved across its deck with terrifying precision. Even from this distance, you could see the crimson insignia painted near the mast - a crown dripping blood. As far as you knew, around 120 men worked on that ship alongside Jungkook, yet you’d heard that he’d chosen another six sailors to actually command with him, the ones he trusted the most, allegedly.

Cannons erupted from both ships, explosions shaking the ocean itself while smoke swallowed the storm whole. Sailors shouted over one another carrying ammunition, dragging injured men across bloody wood while seawater mixed with blood near your boots. Yet somehow, your attention fixed entirely on one thing.

Him.

Jungkook stood at the helm like the storm belonged to him, tattooed hands gripping the wheel steadily while rain soaked through dark hair hanging across his forehead. He was younger than you expected, that thought struck first. Not soft - never soft - but young enough to still carry traces of boyhood beneath the brutality carved into him.

Gold rings flashed beneath lightning while black ink crawled up one arm disappearing beneath rolled sleeves. He stood unnervingly calm while chaos exploded around him, expression unreadable as cannons roared beside his crew.

Then he looked directly at you. Your breath caught instantly. Impossible. At this distance? Through smoke and rain and darkness? Yet somehow his gaze found yours immediately, sharp enough to feel physical. You should have looked away, every instinct screamed at you to move, but you didn’t.

Something dangerous passed between you then. Recognition maybe, curiosity? The strange terrifying awareness of meeting someone who might ruin, or even end your life completely. A cannon fired beside you suddenly, shattering the moment violently while smoke burst across the deck thick enough to choke on. Your father grabbed your arm hard enough to bruise. “Inside. Now.”

You yanked your arm free immediately despite the pain. “Stop treating me like I’m helpless.”

“And stop acting like the world won’t destroy you for being careless.”

“You think hiding me below deck changes anything?”

“It keeps you breathing.” Hardly, you’ve been the target countless times during a battle or raids, the perfect hostage for any sailor who craves your father’s treasure.

“You mean controlled.” Your tone was accusing, but not untrue.

His expression darkened instantly, eyes narrowing with dangerous warning. “This is not the conversation to have during a battle.”

“Then maybe stop starting them.” For half a second, genuine anger flashed across his face - not captain’s anger, but father’s frustration. The kind he only showed you when you pushed too far beneath his skin. Then another cannon blast interrupted everything again, your father turned sharply toward the battle while smoke swallowed the deck.

Across the storm, Jungkook smiled. Not kindly, not cruelly either, but like he had just discovered something interesting. Like really seeing you there during battle amused him more than it should have. And somehow, despite everything happening around you, your pulse betrayed you instantly.

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Your father barked another order across the deck while sailors rushed past carrying cannon ammunition through smoke thick enough to burn your lungs, but your attention remained fixed entirely on the man standing aboard the Arirang. Jungkook still watched you like the battle around him was background noise instead of active warfare.

Rain slid down the sharp line of his jaw while lightning flashed across tattooed skin disappearing beneath his soaked shirt. Even from this distance there was something deeply unsettling about the way he carried himself - too calm, too confident, too alive in the middle of destruction. Men screamed around him, cannons exploded beside him, the ocean itself looked seconds away from swallowing both ships whole, yet he stood there smiling faintly like this was all some entertaining game only he understood properly.

Your pulse hammered painfully beneath your ribs because there was something horribly intimate about being noticed during chaos. Like out of everyone aboard your father’s ship, Jungkook had chosen you immediately. Another cannon blast shook the deck hard enough to send sailors stumbling sideways, but your eyes never left his. You hated yourself for it instantly. Hated the heat curling low in your stomach despite the freezing rain soaking through your clothes completely. Hated the dangerous curiosity spreading beneath your skin every time his gaze found yours again. Most of all, you hated that part of you wanted him to keep looking, wanted his eyes to keep raking over every inch of your soaking skin.

“MOVE!” Your father shoved one of the sailors away from falling debris before turning toward you again with fury written across every sharp line of his face. “This is the last time, y/n. Below deck now before I lock you there myself.”

“You’re impossible,” you snapped back immediately, raising your voice over the storm while seawater crashed violently across the ship around you.

“And you are too reckless.”

“You raised me this way.” The words struck harder than intended. Your father froze briefly, rain dripping from dark hair while cannon smoke curled around both of you thick enough to blur the world. For one small second, something almost guilty flickered across his face before disappearing beneath anger again. “I raised you to survive.”

“No,” you answered sharply, chest tightening painfully. “You raised me to obey.”

Another explosion erupted nearby, sending splintered wood flying across the deck while sailors shouted warnings over one another. Your father stepped closer instantly, lowering his voice despite the chaos surrounding you. “You think I keep you hidden because I underestimate you?”

“Don’t you?”

“I keep you hidden because this world destroys women first.” The confession caught you off guard immediately, he rarely spoke honestly enough for his words to hurt.

“And men?” you asked quietly.

Your father looked toward the Arirang briefly before answering. “Men become monsters trying to survive it.” Then his eyes found Jungkook standing across the storm. “Especially men like him.”

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Across the water, Jungkook leaned slightly against the helm while Taehyung appeared beside him laughing about something completely unrelated to the battle, because apparently pirates aboard the Arirang treated warfare like a casual inconvenience instead of near death.

“Oh? has someone caught your eye, jungkook?” Taehyung remarked with obvious amusement while reloading his pistol lazily. Everyone on the Arirang knew about their captain’s growing interest in you, it was no secret between them that Jungkook was determined to get his hands on you, and not let go. “She’s pretty enough to drown over.”

Jungkook ignored him entirely, eyes still fixed on you standing soaked through beside Captain Seo. There was something deeply wrong about the image in front of him. Captain Seo was notorious for brutality, for cruelty sharpened into leadership through fear and bloodshed. Men like him kept daughters hidden behind locked doors and political marriages, not standing openly on battle decks during storms with fury burning in their eyes brighter than lightning.

Yet there you were refusing to retreat even while cannons fired close enough to kill you instantly. Interesting. Very interesting.

“You’re doing the thing again,” Taehyung continued, grinning wider when Jungkook finally looked toward him.

“What thing.”

“The obsessive thing.” Even though Taehyung was still a sailor supposed to serve and obey jungkook, he didn’t hesitate to call him out on anything.

Jungkook’s eyes immediately went dark, his tongue poking his cheek. “I am not obsessed.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows rose at his denial. “You’ve kept your eyes on her for nearly two full minutes during active combat.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes immediately. “She’s Captain Seo’s daughter.”

“Exactly,” Taehyung answered dramatically. “Which means this ends terribly for everyone involved.”

Somewhere nearby, Jimin laughed loudly enough to be heard over cannonfire while Hoseok shouted from the rigging about damaged sails. The crew moved seamlessly around Jungkook despite the storm, each man terrifyingly capable in his own way. They were pirates, yes, but more than that - survivors tied together by loyalty stronger than blood. Jungkook trusted them with his life. There were few people in the world he could say that about anymore.

Another blast rocked the ship violently while Namjoon approached the helm carrying maps soaked nearly beyond recognition. “The storm’s getting worse,” he warned calmly despite the chaos around him. “If we continue this fight much longer, both ships sink before dawn.”

Jungkook finally tore his eyes away from you long enough to glance toward the horizon where waves rose taller by the minute. He knew Namjoon was right. Continuing this battle would be reckless even for him. But something stubborn twisted inside his chest at the thought of leaving now.

“Board them, then.” Jimin suggested casually while wiping blood from his mouth like he had simply bitten his tongue instead of surviving a fight. “Seo’s crew is already scrambling.”

“And drown halfway there?” Yoongi muttered from nearby while reloading another pistol with practiced calm.

“Brilliant strategy.” Seokjin sighed dramatically before pointing toward Jungkook. “He’s distracted.”

“I am not distracted.” Lie. Lie. Lie.

“You looked personally offended when the girl almost got hit by that cannon blast.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened immediately, because unfortunately they were not wrong. When debris exploded near you moments earlier, genuine panic had shot through him before he could stop it. Ridiculous.

He did not know you. He barely knew your face. Yet something about watching you stand there beneath the storm made his chest feel painfully tight in ways he disliked immediately. “Not tonight,” Jungkook decided finally, voice quieter now. “We pull back before the storm worsens.”

Taehyung smirked instantly. “Ah. So we’re sparing Captain Seo because his daughter has pretty eyes.”

“We’re sparing Captain Seo because I enjoy surviving.”

“Sure,” Jimin answered with a grin. “That’s definitely the reason.”

The Arirang began turning slowly through the storm while cannonfire finally lessened between both ships, though tension still hung heavy across the ocean thick enough to choke on. You watched the movement carefully, confusion tightening your chest immediately because Jungkook had the advantage now. Your father’s ship had taken heavier damage. Several cannons were unusable. Half the crew looked seconds away from collapsing from exhaustion. If the Arirang continued attacking, there was a real possibility your father would lose.

Yet somehow Jungkook chose retreat instead. Your father noticed it too.

“Coward,” one of the sailors muttered nearby under his breath while watching the pirate ship disappear slowly into rain and darkness. “No,” your father answered coldly, eyes narrowed toward the horizon. “Strategist. He’s intelligent.”

The word settled heavily in your stomach because there had been nothing cowardly about the way Jungkook looked at you moments earlier. If anything, he looked dangerously certain, like meeting you had changed something inside him already. The thought should have terrified you more than it did. Instead, warmth spread low beneath your ribs remembering the faint curve of his mouth during battle.

Remembering the way his eyes held yours through smoke and thunder like he could see straight through every wall you spent years building around yourself. You hated how quickly your body responded to the memory. Hated the way your pulse still raced violently despite the battle ending.

Your father turned toward you sharply then, expression unreadable beneath rainwater and exhaustion. “You were looking at him.”

The accusation landed instantly. “No, I looked at an enemy ship.”

“No,” he answered quietly enough to frighten you more than shouting would have. “You looked at him.”

Before he could say anything, you turned away from the railing and went down below deck to your quarters. Your father’s eyes followed you the whole time, trying to figure something out.

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Your father’s accusation followed you long after the storm finally settled into uneasy silence. Even hours later, after sailors stopped shouting and the wounded were dragged below deck for treatment, the words still echoed painfully inside your head. You looked at him. The problem was that your father was right, and both of you knew it. You had looked at Jungkook too long. Longer than necessary. Longer than safe.

There had been hundreds of things demanding your attention during battle - blood soaking through the deck, cannons splitting wood apart, sailors screaming through smoke thick enough to suffocate on - yet somehow your focus narrowed entirely onto one man standing across the ocean like the storm itself answered to him. You hated how easily he lingered in your thoughts afterward. Hated the way your body betrayed you every single time you remembered his eyes finding yours through rain and darkness.

Your quarters felt unbearably small that night. Candlelight flickered softly against wooden walls while the ship creaked beneath restless waves, but sleep refused to come no matter how tightly you shut your eyes. Every time you tried, all you saw was Jungkook standing soaked by rain with gold rings flashing beneath lightning and that infuriating almost-smile tugging at his mouth like he already knew something about you no one else did.

Worse, your mind kept replaying the exact moment his gaze dragged slowly down your body - brief enough to deny, deliberate enough to ruin you completely. No man had ever looked at you like that before. Not hungry exactly, not soft either, like he wanted to take you apart carefully just to see what lived beneath all your sharp edges. The realization made heat crawl beneath your skin despite the cold air filling your cabin, your cheeks flushed as you began to think about how those gold rings would feel against the soft skin of your-

A sharp knock sounded against your door suddenly, pulling you violently from your thoughts before they could spiral further into dangerous territory. “Come in,” you called quickly, forcing your voice steady while sitting upright on the edge of your bed. The door opened immediately, revealing your father standing there looking older than usual beneath dim candlelight.

Exhaustion carved harsh shadows beneath his eyes while fresh cuts lined one hand from the battle repairs still happening above deck. For a moment neither of you spoke. Silence between you always felt heavier than arguments somehow. Your father finally stepped inside slowly, shutting the door behind him while the storm outside groaned softly against the ship. “You disobeyed me today,” he said at last, voice calmer now but no less dangerous because of it.

You crossed your arms instinctively. “You noticed.”

“Do not start again, y/n.” His exhausted tone made you almost feel bad, almost.

“Then do not come here looking for another fight.”

His jaw tightened immediately. “You think this is amusing?”

“No,” you answered quietly, anger slipping through despite yourself. “Usually your anger isn’t amusing at all.” Another silence settled heavily between you. Your father moved toward the small table near the window where maps and books he had purchased for you lay scattered carelessly across the surface.

His fingers brushed one absentmindedly before he spoke again. “Do you know what pirates do with daughters of rival captains?” The question sent something uneasy twisting through your stomach instantly because you understood what he was really asking. Do you understand what kind of man Jungkook is? You did know what they did; rape, extortion, kidnapping, murder.

You swallowed carefully before answering. “I know what you do with rival captains.”

Your father’s eyes darkened immediately.

“You think because I taught you navigation and knives that the sea will spare you?” he asked quietly, turning toward you fully now. “It won’t. Men out there would tear kingdoms apart for leverage.”

“And what about you?” The words escaped before you could stop them. “What exactly am I here for besides leverage?” The room went completely still. Your father stared at you as if the question physically struck him somewhere deep beneath years of hardened cruelty. For one devastating second, genuine hurt crossed his face so openly it nearly shattered your anger completely.

Then it vanished again beneath the familiar coldness he wore like armor. “You are my daughter.”

“You are my captain before anything else.” The honesty between you suddenly felt unbearable. You watched his throat tighten slightly while he looked away toward the window where black ocean stretched endlessly beyond the glass.

“Do you think I wanted this life for you?” he asked eventually, voice rougher now. Your mother had died soon after your birth. There was no one your father trusted enough on land to keep you, so he took you with him, forever cursing you to a life of danger, uncertainty, and overall lack of peace.

“I think you stopped asking what I wanted years ago.” Another painful silence followed immediately. Somewhere above deck sailors shouted while ropes strained against wind, but inside your cabin everything narrowed painfully between you and the man who raised you to survive without ever teaching you how to feel safe.

“The Arirang has been spotted near Blackwater Port,” your father finally said, changing the subject so abruptly it almost gave you whiplash. “We dock tomorrow.”

Your pulse betrayed you instantly. Your father noticed, of course he did, he was surely not going to let this go. His eyes narrowed slowly while suspicion sharpened across his expression like a drawn blade.

“I know you looked at him too long,” he repeated quietly.

Heat rushed violently into your face. Damn you. “I told you i looked at an enemy ship, our enemy.”

“You were looking at him, the whole time. Not at the ship. I may be ageing, y/n, but my eyes do not deceive me yet.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Men like Jeon Jungkook survive because they know how to charm weakness out of people to get what they want.” Something sharp flared inside your chest immediately at his words.

“Maybe people follow him because he treats them like people, not like conveniences.” The second the words left your mouth, regret crashed into you hard enough to hurt. You didn’t even know Jungkook, only that he was an enemy, but here you were defending him?

Your father stared at you in complete silence afterward, but somehow that silence frightened you more than shouting ever could. The hurt disappeared entirely from his face then, replaced instead by something colder. Disappointment maybe. Betrayal.

“Careful,” he warned softly, and somehow the quietness of it made your stomach twist harder than rage would have. “You know nothing about that boy.”

“And you do?”

“Enough.” He stepped toward the door slowly before stopping beside it without turning around. “Blackwater Port is full of men waiting for opportunities. You will remain beside the crew while we dock.”

“I am not a prisoner.”

“No,” he answered flatly. “You are my daughter. Which means people will use you the second I stop protecting you.”

“Protecting?” You laughed bitterly despite yourself. “Is that what this is?” Your father finally looked back at you then, exhaustion dragging heavily across his face.

“One day you will understand the difference between control and fear.”

“And one day maybe you’ll understand they feel exactly the same.” The words landed brutally between both of you, he said nothing afterward, just opened the door and left quietly while your chest ached with emotions too tangled to separate properly.

The second he disappeared, frustration crashed through you violently enough to steal your breath. You shoved away from the bed immediately and crossed toward the window, pressing your palms against cold wood while staring out at the dark endless ocean. Everything inside you felt restless suddenly. Angry, lonely, guilty.

Because part of you understood your father’s fear even while resenting it completely. The world was dangerous for women like you. Men would use you against him if given the chance. But another part of you burned with fury, because survival had become your entire life before you even had the opportunity to choose anything else for yourself. And somewhere beneath all of that confusion lived the far more dangerous truth - the thought of seeing Jungkook again sent heat curling through your body so intensely it frightened you.

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Blackwater Port smelled like smoke, whiskey, sweat, seawater, and sin. You loved it instantly. Music spilled from crowded taverns into narrow streets while merchants shouted over one another selling stolen goods beside crates of fresh fish and expensive fabrics. Pirates wandered openly here because no kingdom held authority strong enough to stop them. Wanted posters decorated walls like artwork while drunken sailors laughed loudly enough to drown out crashing harbor waves nearby.

Your father hated this place, which made you enjoy it even more. “Stay close, miss.” one of the crewmen warned while escorting you through crowded streets lined with gambling dens and overflowing taverns.

You grinned, too focused on the wild ambience around you to consider his words. “I know how ports work.”

The crewman just shook his head, he had known you for long enough to know you weren’t sensible at all. “You know how trouble works too, and yet somehow you still run toward it.”

“Maybe trouble is more interesting than being guarded constantly.” To you, it was true. You were sick of being followed around everywhere even through adulthood, sick of being treated as if you could not handle yourself.

“Your father specifically said not to let you wander.”

“My father says many things.”

The sailor sighed dramatically like he already regretted being assigned this responsibility. You hid your smile beneath your hood while weaving through crowded market stalls overflowing with stolen jewelry and imported silks. Blackwater felt alive in ways most ports didn’t. Messy, dangerous, honest about its corruption instead of hiding it beneath noble titles and polished manners.

Women laughed loudly here, men fought openly. Nobody pretended morality mattered more than survival, it should have felt ugly and uncivilised. Instead, freedom pulsed through the streets like another heartbeat entirely. You nearly forgot all about the night before while wandering through crowded alleys drenched in golden lanternlight. You nearly forgot about Jungkook, too, until you noticed sailors whispering suddenly near the docks.

“The Arirang arrived this morning.” Your pulse stumbled immediately. “Captain Jeon’s crew took half the eastern taverns already.” Heat curled low in your stomach before you could stop it. The Arirang was here. Jungkook was here, somehow that realization felt less like danger and more like temptation.

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The Arirang cut through Blackwater Port like it had never needed permission to exist in anyone’s waters, and the moment it anchored, the entire harbor changed its rhythm without asking. You noticed it in the way conversations lowered without stopping, in the way merchants suddenly looked twice before shouting prices, in the way sailors stopped laughing mid-sentence as if something in the air had reminded them that survival was not guaranteed here.

The ship itself was darker than anything around it, sails heavy and still like they were holding their breath, ropes creaking softly under the wind as if even wood understood who had arrived. At its edge stood Jungkook, not announcing himself, not performing authority, simply being it in a way that made everything else feel temporary. He didn’t move much at first, just scanned the harbor slowly, deliberately, like he already knew every person watching him was pretending not to.

Then his gaze shifted, cutting through distance, noise, and motion with a precision that felt almost unfair. When it landed on you, everything inside your chest tightened instantly, sharp and involuntary, like your body recognized something your mind refused to name. You told yourself it was anger, you told yourself it was caution, but neither explanation accounted for the heat creeping beneath your skin.

Jungkook didn’t smile, didn’t change his expression dramatically, but something in his eyes shifted - like confirmation, like memory returning, like he had already carried your image with him since the storm. You hated how your breath slowed instead of quickened, how your body didn’t move away even though every instinct said you should. That single second stretched longer than it had any right to, and when he finally moved again, it was only slightly, enough to make it feel like the world had chosen sides.

Your father instantly stepped up beside you like a storm given human shape, and you felt his presence before he spoke, heavy and controlled in a way that always meant he was calculating damage before it happened. His eyes locked onto the Arirang immediately, narrowing in recognition so sharp it looked almost like pain disguised as anger. “So he’s here,” he said quietly, though nothing about his tone was calm beneath the surface.

You didn’t look at him, not yet, because your attention still refused to detach from the ship across the water, from the man who stood there like he had no fear of anything alive or dead. “He was always going to come here eventually,” you answered, your voice steadier than you felt, because admitting uncertainty in front of your father always felt like surrendering something permanent.

“You say that like you’ve been expecting him,” He replied, and there was something in that observation that made your throat tighten slightly.

“I expect all threats eventually,” you said carefully, finally turning your head just enough to meet his eyes. That was a mistake, because he was already watching you instead of the ship.

“That is not what I asked,” he said, quieter now, more controlled, and somehow worse because of it. The wind between you both felt colder suddenly, like it had heard too much. “Do not look at him again,” your father added, not as a request, not even as an order spoken loudly enough for others to hear, but as something more personal than either of you liked acknowledging. You almost laughed at that, almost, because it was already too late for commands like that to mean anything.

Across the harbor, Jungkook had shifted slightly again, and you felt it immediately before you saw it - that subtle awareness, like his attention had sharpened even further as if he could sense the exact moment your father had spoken. And then Jungkook looked at you again, properly this time, longer than before, slower than before, like he was studying something that had already decided not to leave his thoughts easily.

The distance between ships meant nothing anymore. Not in the way it should have. Not in the way logic insisted it did. Because the moment Jungkook held your gaze this time, it didn’t feel like observation - it felt like intrusion, like he had stepped too close without moving his body. You felt it in your ribs first, then lower, then everywhere at once, an unsettling awareness that made your pulse behave incorrectly. His expression didn’t change much, but there was something undeniably focused in it now, something that made your skin feel too exposed even though you were fully clothed, fully aware, fully in control of absolutely nothing.

You should have turned away, you should have stepped back toward your father, toward the safety of structure and authority and rules you understood. Instead, you stayed exactly where you were, and that fact alone made something dangerous settle into place between you and the ship. Jungkook leaned slightly forward on the ship’s railing, just enough to shift the angle of his presence, and your breath caught immediately when you realized he was no longer simply looking at you - he was acknowledging you. Like the storm had not ended for him, like it had simply changed shape.

His lips parted slightly as if he might say something, though distance made it impossible to hear, and still you had the irrational certainty that whatever he was thinking was meant specifically for you. Behind you, your father’s voice lowered again, tighter now. “We leave this port tomorrow.” You didn’t respond immediately, because your attention was still trapped across the water. “Do you hear me?” he pressed.

“Yes,” you answered finally, though it sounded like it came from somewhere else entirely. Jungkook’s gaze held yours a moment longer, and then - slowly, deliberately - he tilted his head just slightly, as if acknowledging something unspoken between you. It wasn’t a greeting, or invitation. Something sharper, something that felt far too close to understanding. Then he turned away from the edge of the ship, but not before that final second of contact burned itself into you like it had weight.

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Night fell over Blackwater Port like a curtain that did not care what it covered. The harbor lights flickered against dark water, ships creaking softly in their moorings, voices fading into tavern walls and alleyways. You should have been asleep, you should have been anywhere else. Instead, you found yourself walking alone along the quieter edge of the docks, hood drawn up, footsteps slow and deliberate as if you were testing whether the ground itself would betray you. You told yourself you were thinking clearly. You told yourself you were simply restless after the day’s tension. But every step felt like it was leading somewhere you had already been warned not to go.

And then you saw him again. Not on his ship this time. On the dock below it. Jungkook stood partially in shadow, one hand resting loosely against a wooden post as if he had been waiting without urgency, without doubt, without concern for time at all. When he looked up and saw you, there was no surprise in his face. Only confirmation again, like earlier. Like always. “You came,” he said, voice low enough that it barely carried over the water.

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“you came,” jungkook said, voice low enough that it barely carried over the water.

you stopped a few paces away, keeping distance that should have felt safe but ultimately didn’t. what was he doing here? “i didn’t come for you,” you replied immediately, sharper than intended.

“okay. then go,” he said simply, and that should have ended it. that should have been the correct answer, but neither of you moved. the silence between you stretched, heavier than wind, heavier than water. jungkook studied you again in that same way - like he wasn’t looking at your face only, but at the decision behind it, the hesitation behind it, the part of you that refused to walk away even when everything you had been taught demanded it.

“you should listen to your father more often.” he said finally, softer now.

“excuse me?” you snapped, though your voice lacked real force. why was he bringing your father up?*

“during the storm,” he continued, stepping slightly closer without breaking the space entirely, just enough to make your breathing shift, “he was telling you to take shelter, to go below deck, you didn’t listen. it was open fire, one of our cannons nearly took you out.”

your throat tightened instantly. “that shouldn’t mean anything to you.”

“it does,” he said quietly. “you should take greater care, and i have no intention of killing you.” the words landed wrong in your chest, not like praise, not like threat, but like recognition you hadn’t agreed to receive.

“as you should, you don’t know anything about me.” you replied, though your voice came out quieter than before.

jungkook’s gaze flicked briefly to your lips, then back to your eyes with infuriating control. “tell me, then.” he said, and there was nothing casual or light about it, just a challenge wrapped in restraint so tight it felt like it might snap at any second. the space between you suddenly felt smaller, even though neither of you had moved much at all. the harbor noise faded again. everything did.

“you kept your eyes straight on me during the storm. why?” he asked. for the first time since you had known fear, you realized it wasn’t the question that mattered, it was the fact that you didn’t have an answer you trusted anymore. you hadn’t realised your staring during the storm was so obvious, and now of course you were being questioned about it again, only jungkook sounded suspicious.

the silence between you and him didn’t feel like emptiness anymore - it felt like pressure, like the air itself had condensed into something dense enough to touch. the harbor behind you continued living its normal life, waves tapping against wood, distant lanterns swaying, muffled voices bleeding through the night, but none of it reached you properly now. everything narrowed down to the space between you and him, that thin strip of dock that suddenly felt far too fragile to hold what was happening on it.

jungkook’s question still hung there, unfinished but heavy, and you hated that your mind refused to give you a clean answer. why didn’t you look away? it should have been simple. it should have been instinct. instead, your body remembered the storm before your thoughts could intervene - the way he had looked at you like you were already part of something dangerous he understood better than you did.

you shifted slightly, forcing your shoulders to stay squared, forcing your expression to stay controlled, because anything less would feel like surrender. “i wasn’t staring, i was simply observing, it was your ship firing at us. you’re asking meaningless questions,” you said finally, your voice came out meaner than intended, the regret seemed through your mind instantly.

you were out in the dead of night, speaking to jeon jungkook, as if he couldn’t literally end you at any moment he pleased - your father’s heart would surely stop at the sight.

though jungkook just tilted his head slightly at that, like he was listening to something beneath your words rather than the words themselves. “am I?” he asked, calm again, almost quiet enough to be mistaken for indifference if you didn’t know better. his tone felt deceiving, that calm made your pulse spike more than anger ever could. because it wasn’t detachment in his voice, it was control. and worse, it felt like control directed at you.

you took a step back before you could stop yourself, and the movement alone felt like breaking a line neither of you had acknowledged was there, you needed to start thinking rationally. jungkook didn’t follow immediately, but his eyes tracked it like he was memorizing the distance you tried to rebuild. “you shouldn’t be here.” you said, though it sounded weak even to your own ears, because it didn’t carry authority, it carried hesitation, and you didn’t want to show any sign of fear - not to him.

he let out a slow breath through his nose, almost like amusement but not quite. “that’s the second time you’ve said that,” he replied. “you keep saying it like it changes anything, i’m already here, there’s no problem.”

your jaw tightened instantly. “it does change things.”

“no,” he said simply, taking one step closer now, slow enough that you could have stopped him if you wanted to, but didn’t. that realisation hit you harder than his movement. “it only tells me you think the distance between us matters,” he continued, voice dropping slightly, “and i already know it doesn’t.”

your chest tightened in response, because there was something infuriatingly certain in the way he said it, like he had already tested every boundary you were still trying to define. the dock creaked beneath both of you as the tide shifted, and suddenly the sound felt too loud, too intimate, like the world itself was trying to remind you where you were standing. “you talk like you understand me,” you said sharply.

jungkook’s gaze flicked briefly to your mouth again - so quick you almost convinced yourself you imagined it - but your body reacted anyway, heat spreading under your skin like a delayed betrayal. “i don’t understand you,” he corrected quietly. “not yet.” that last word landed differently, heavier, like it implied time, like it assumed continuation. like he had already decided there would be more of this than just tonight.

your breath caught despite yourself, and you hated that your body kept reacting before your mind could shut it down. “you’re arrogant,” you accused, but it lacked real force now, softened at the edges by something you didn’t want to name.

jungkook’s eyes held yours steadily, unwavering. “maybe,” he said. “but I’m not guessing.” that was worse. you swallowed, suddenly aware of how close the harbor felt, how far away everything else had become. somewhere behind him, his ship creaked softly in the water, ropes shifting with the tide, but he didn’t turn. didn’t look away from you even for a second.

“what do you want from me?” you asked finally, because it felt safer than asking anything else. the question should have been simple, yet it wasn’t. jungkook paused for a moment that felt too deliberate to be accidental, and in that pause you saw something flicker behind his expression - something restrained, controlled, almost like he was deciding how honest to be.

“i want you to stop looking at me like I’m a story you’ve heard before,” he said finally, voice quieter now, stripped of its earlier edge. his words made something in your chest tighten unexpectedly, because they were too precise, too accurate, like he had seen through something you hadn’t even admitted existed.

“and how do I look at you?” you asked, though you already feared the answer. his gaze dropped briefly again - not lingering, but enough that your awareness sharpened painfully - then returned to your eyes with unsettling steadiness.

“like you’re trying not to fall into something,” he said, “but you’re already halfway there.” the words hit harder than they should have, not because they were romantic, but because they felt observant. too observant. like he had been watching you longer than this moment allowed.

you stepped forward without realizing you were doing it until the distance between you shrank again, and jungkook didn’t move away this time. that alone made your pulse jump violently. “you don’t get to say things like that,” you said quietly, though you were close enough now that the words didn’t carry much authority. he lowered his voice too, matching you instinctively, and the sound of it felt like it belonged too close to your skin.

“then tell me to stop,” he replied, and you should have. you should have stepped back, turned away, walked straight into your father’s guarded world and never looked back. instead, your breath faltered slightly, and jungkook noticed instantly - of course he did. something shifted in his expression then, subtle but unmistakable, like restraint tightening rather than breaking.

“you’re shaking. are you cold?” he asked softly, not mocking, not teasing, simply stating it. your hand curled at your side, anger rising to cover it.

“i’m not-”

“you are,” he interrupted, still quiet, still controlled, and somehow that interruption felt more intimate than any touch would have been. the dock beneath you creaked again, the tide rising slightly, brushing against wood like a reminder that time was still passing even if neither of you were.

jungkook took another step closer, and this time you didn’t move away fast enough to pretend it was intentional. the space between you collapsed into something dangerously small, close enough that you could feel warmth from him despite the sea wind cutting through everything else.

“i asked you why you came here.” you started again, but it came out weaker than before, because now it wasn’t a challenge. it was something closer to confusion. jungkook’s gaze held yours steadily, and when he spoke again, his voice was barely above the sound of the water.

“because on that ship you kept staring.” he said. “and so did i, that made me curious.” for the first time since the storm, you understood that whatever had started between you wasn’t something either of you had decided to begin - it was something already happening, whether you were ready or not.

the dock felt too small now, like it had been built for ordinary nights and ordinary people, not for whatever was happening between you and jungkook in the dark. the wind coming off blackwater port carried salt and tar and distant laughter from taverns you couldn’t see, but all of it sounded muted compared to the space between your breathing and his.

you could feel him more than you could fully see him now - his presence steady, too close, too intentional, like he had decided distance was optional and you were just slow to accept it. your pulse kept tripping over itself in a way that made you angry, because you were trained for storms, for blades, for men screaming your father’s name in fear, not for this quiet kind of pressure that sat under your ribs and refused to leave.

jungkook didn’t touch you, not yet, but the air between you already felt like contact anyway, like something had already crossed a line neither of you were saying out loud. “you keep doing that,” he said quietly, eyes still fixed on you like he didn’t need anything else in the world to exist right now.

“doing what?” you asked, though your voice didn’t come out as steady as you wanted. his gaze flicked briefly to your mouth again, slower this time, deliberate enough that your stomach tightened instantly before you could stop it.

“acting like you’re not affected,” he said. that should have made you step back. it didn’t. instead, you held your ground even though every instinct you had was screaming at you to move.

“i am not affected,” you said immediately, too fast, like speed could turn it into truth.

jungkook let out a quiet breath that wasn’t quite a laugh but carried the same dangerous ease. “you claim that like repeating it makes it real,” he replied. his voice wasn’t loud, and it didn’t need to be. it stayed exactly where you were standing, settling into your thoughts like it belonged there.

you hated how calm he was. how certain. like this wasn’t a risk for him the way it was for you. like he had already decided what you were, and now he was just waiting for you to catch up. “you don’t know anything about me,” you said again, but it came out softer than before, because now it felt less like a defense and more like something you were clinging to.

jungkook tilted his head slightly, studying you with that same unnerving attention he had during the storm. “i know you didn’t run,” he said. that landed wrong in your chest immediately. “anyone else would’ve,” he added, taking a half step closer again, slow enough that you could have stopped him if you wanted - but you still didn’t.

“even your father would’ve moved you away from that deck before the cannon fire started properly.” your throat tightened at the mention of your father, but jungkook didn’t seem interested in letting that be the point, his focus stayed on you. “you stayed,” he continued quietly. “and you looked at me like I was the only thing happening in the middle of a war.” the words made your stomach flip in a way you absolutely hated.

“you’re imagining things,” you said, but there was less force in it now, like your voice was losing the ability to keep up with your mind. jungkook’s expression shifted slightly at that, something sharper cutting through the calm. not anger. something more controlled than anger, something that made your skin feel too aware of itself.

“really?” he asked softly, and then he finally closed the distance properly. not aggressively or suddenly, just enough that the space between you stopped feeling like distance and started feeling like choice. you could feel the heat of him now, the faint scent of sea salt and smoke and something darker underneath it, something that made your breath catch without permission.

your body went rigid for half a second, like it didn’t know whether to retreat or stay frozen. jungkook noticed immediately, of course he did, because he noticed everything. his eyes dropped briefly to your lips again, slower this time, and stayed there just long enough that your entire body reacted before your thoughts could intervene.

“you’re not scared of me,” he said quietly, it wasn’t a question. you swallowed hard, because denying it suddenly felt dishonest in a way you didn’t like.

“i should be,” you answered instead. something flickered in his expression again - something almost satisfied, almost dangerous.

“but ultimately you’re not,” he repeated, the space between you felt unbearably thin now, like one wrong breath would collapse it completely.

your hand moved slightly at your side without thinking, brushing against the hidden dagger there, but even that felt distant now, like it belonged to another version of you who hadn’t been standing here yet. jungkook’s gaze followed the movement briefly, then returned to your face without hesitation. “you don’t need that,” he said.

it should have been insulting, it should have made you angry. instead, it made your chest tighten in a different way, because he wasn’t looking at you like you were harmless. he was looking at you like you were already choosing something else. “you presume you know what i need?” you asked quietly.

jungkook leaned slightly closer again, just enough that his voice dropped even lower, slipping into something almost private. “no,” he said. “but I think you’re tired of pretending you don’t want anything.” the sentence hit harder than anything before it, because it wasn’t an accusation, it was observation. and it was too close to something you hadn’t admitted even to yourself.

your breath stuttered slightly, and you hated that he heard it. hated even more that he didn’t move away from it. “say I am,” you said quietly, though it came out more like a challenge now, weaker but sharper at the edges.

Jungkook’s eyes held yours steadily. “but then you wouldn’t be standing here,” he replied. the truth of it sat between you instantly, heavy and unavoidable. because you could leave, you could turn around, you could walk back to your father and pretend this never happened - yet your feet still hadn’t moved.

jungkook lifted his hand slightly, not touching you yet, but close enough that you felt the shift in the air when he did it. your entire body reacted instantly anyway, traitorously aware of every inch between you narrowing further. his fingers hovered near your wrist for a second, not gripping, not forcing, just there - like he was asking without words.

“you should tell me to stop,” he said again, softer now, almost quiet enough to be swallowed by the wind. that should have been your escape, that should have been the moment you stepped away and ended it. instead, your breath caught again, and the silence that followed wasn’t refusal, but it wasn’t permission either. it was something worse. something uncertain. jungkook saw it immediately in your face, of course he did.

his expression changed slightly - not triumphant, not smug, just darker in a way that made your stomach tighten again. “but you don’t want me to,” he said quietly. your throat tightened painfully, because the worst part wasn’t that he was wrong, it was that he wasn’t. the distance between you disappeared completely when he stepped in just enough to close what was left, not forcing, not rushing, just deciding the space didn’t need to exist anymore. your breath hitched at the proximity, and this time there was no pretending it was anything else.

jungkook’s voice dropped again, rougher now, quieter, closer. “say it,” he murmured. and the harbor, the sea, your father, the war, everything else - none of it reached you anymore. not when he was this close, not when you were still not moving away.

the world around you had completely lost its edges now, like the harbor, the ships, the distant voices, even the wind itself had been pushed out of focus by how close jungkook was standing. you could feel him everywhere without him actually touching you properly, like his presence had become something physical that your body had already learned how to react to before your mind agreed.

the dock beneath your feet felt unsteady in a way that had nothing to do with the tide, more like your balance was being rewritten second by second as he stayed right there in front of you, close enough that breathing felt like a shared decision. his gaze didn’t leave your face, not once, and it wasn’t soft, it was steady in a way that made your chest tighten because there was no hesitation in it. no doubt. just attention, locked entirely on you like the rest of the world had already been dismissed.

“you keep pretending you’re made of steel,” he said quietly, voice lower now, almost roughened by the space between you. your throat tightened immediately, because the way he said it didn’t sound like mockery. it sounded like recognition.

“and you keep acting like you know me,” you replied, though it came out less sharp than you intended, more breath than blade. his eyes flicked briefly to your mouth again, slower this time, and your entire body betrayed you at the smallest reaction you couldn’t control. jungkook noticed it instantly, obviously. that slight shift in your breath, the smallest break in your composure - it was enough for him to pause, like he was registering something important.

“i don’t act,” he said after a moment, stepping just a fraction closer again, slow enough that it felt like you were both deciding it without speaking. the space between you was so small now it almost didn’t feel like space anymore, just a thin, fragile line neither of you were acknowledging. “i watch,” he continued quietly. “and you don’t behave the way someone like your father would expect.”

the mention of your father should’ve grounded you, should’ve snapped you back into place, but it didn’t. instead it made something inside you twist tighter because jungkook said it like it mattered, like he had already measured the difference between you and him carefully. your fingers curled slightly at your side without thinking, and jungkook’s gaze followed the movement immediately, slower now, more focused, like he was cataloguing everything about you without permission and without apology.

“you’re not afraid of being seen,” he added softly. “you’re afraid of being understood.” that sentence hit something too deep too fast. your breath caught slightly before you could stop it, and this time there was no hiding it. jungkook’s expression changed at that, subtle, but real. not satisfaction, something quieter, something more intent.

“stop talking like you know what’s inside my head,” you said, but it lacked force, because your body was no longer cooperating with your voice. he tilted his head slightly, eyes still locked on yours.

“then stop standing like you’re waiting for something,” he replied. your pulse spike sharply, because you didn’t even realize you were doing it until he said it. waiting. for what, you didn’t know. or maybe you did, and that was worse.

the silence between you thickened again, heavier now, like the air itself had become too aware of what was happening. jungkook didn’t move away, neither did you, that felt like the most dangerous part - that neither of you corrected the distance, even though it was completely within reach. his hand lifted slightly again, slower this time, not grabbing, not forcing, just hovering near your wrist like before, but closer now, close enough that you could feel the warmth of it without contact.

you didn’t pull back. that fact alone made your stomach twist in a way that was almost unbearable. “you keep doing that,” he murmured.

“doing what?” you asked, though your voice sounded quieter now, less defensive, more uncertain. his eyes dropped briefly to where his hand hovered near you, then back to your face.

“not moving away,” he said. the words landed differently this time. not accusation, not observation, it was something closer to confirmation. your breath caught again, and this time it wasn’t subtle. jungkook noticed immediately, and his expression darkened slightly - not in anger, but in something controlled and dangerously focused.

“say it,” he repeated again, softer than before, but closer now, his voice almost blending with the sound of the tide behind you. the distance between you was gone now, completely gone. you could feel the heat of him clearly, the faint scent of salt and smoke clinging to him, the weight of his presence pulling you in without touch. your heartbeat was too loud in your own ears, your thoughts were no longer forming properly, everything felt suspended.

your lips parted slightly without permission, and that small movement changed everything in his expression. not dramatically, not visibly to anyone else, but you saw it. jungkook saw it too, his gaze dropped properly this time, not brief, not accidental, and stayed there long enough that your entire body reacted before your mind could stop it. the air between you tightened like a pulled thread.

his voice lowered even further, rougher now, almost lost in the wind. “you’re not telling me to stop,” he said quietly. it wasn’t a question anymore, it was a fact he was confirming in real time. your chest rose unevenly, breath catching in a way you couldn’t control, and the silence that followed felt heavier than anything before it.

jungkook leaned in just slightly - not enough to touch, not yet, but enough that your breath faltered completely at the closeness. close enough that one step would end everything, close enough that neither of you had taken that step away. “look at me,” he murmured, and something about the way he said it made your eyes stay locked on his even when every instinct told you to break away.

in that moment, standing between warships and oceans and everything you were supposed to be afraid of, you realized the most dangerous thing wasn’t him being close to you. it was that you hadn’t decided to leave yet either.

the moment his lips met yours, everything you had been holding onto snapped without warning, not gently, not slowly, but all at once like a rope finally giving out after too much strain. it wasn’t soft in the way stories tried to pretend things like this were supposed to be, it was real in a way that stole air from your lungs immediately, in a way that made your body react before your mind even understood it had happened.

for half a second you didn’t move at all, frozen in the shock of it, the absolute impossibility of jungkook being this close, this real, this undeniable against you. then something inside you broke open properly and you kissed him back without thinking, without permission, without logic catching up. his hand finally touched you then, just at your wrist at first, steadying rather than grabbing, like he was anchoring himself as much as he was anchoring you. you hadn’t kissed anyone before, only imagined it. and this, this was better that what you’d imagined.

the world around you disappeared so completely it felt like the harbor, the ships, even the ocean itself had fallen away. there was only the space between your breaths and the pressure of him against you, controlled but no longer distant. when he pulled back just slightly, it wasn’t far - barely enough to breathe - but enough for you to see the shift in his expression, the slight break in that constant composure he carried like armor.

neither of you spoke immediately. the silence that followed wasn’t empty - it was loaded, thick with everything that had just crossed a line neither of you had said out loud before. your breath came unevenly, and you hated how obvious it felt, how exposed you suddenly were standing this close to him with your thoughts completely unreadable except through reaction.

jungkook’s gaze stayed on your face like he was trying to memorize the exact way you looked right now, like something about this moment mattered more than anything else happening in the world. his thumb brushed slightly against your wrist, not enough to be comforting, not enough to be accidental either. just present. just real.

“you should’ve stopped me, y/n.” he said finally, voice low, rougher now, like the restraint he usually wore had cracked just enough to show something underneath. the words should’ve sounded like warning, but they didn’t, they sounded like admission. your throat tightened immediately because you knew the answer, and he knew you knew it.

“so should you,” you said back, but it came out quieter than you intended, less accusation and more truth you weren’t ready to fully understand. his eyes darkened slightly at that, not with anger, but with something heavier - something that made your stomach twist because it felt like recognition on both sides, the kind that didn’t go away after a single moment.

jungkook leaned in again slightly, not kissing you this time, not yet, but close enough that your breath hitched instantly at the proximity alone. the space between you felt dangerously fragile now, like it had already been broken once and was only being held together by choice. “this doesn’t make sense,” you whispered, though it sounded more like you were trying to convince yourself than him.

his gaze didn’t move from yours. “it doesn’t need to,” he replied quietly. that answer made something in your chest tighten painfully, because there was no hesitation in it. no doubt, just certainty that felt too heavy to ignore. your fingers curled slightly at your side again, and this time jungkook noticed the smallest movement of it, his hand tightening just slightly around your wrist - not pulling you closer, not letting you go either.

a balance that felt deliberate, controlled, dangerous in a way that made your pulse climb again even after everything that had already happened. “you’re going to regret this - my father, he’d be furious.” you said, but it lacked conviction, because your body wasn’t cooperating with your warning.

jungkook’s expression shifted at that, something almost faintly amused flickering through the intensity, though it didn’t reach his eyes fully - your father didn’t scare him, not at all. “maybe,” he said. “but not right now.” that alone was worse than anything else he could’ve said, because it meant he was choosing this moment anyway.

the harbor noises started to creep back in slowly, like the world was remembering you existed, but neither of you turned away from each other yet. that was the part that scared you most - the fact that nothing immediately broke the connection. no sudden regret, no immediate distance. Just him still standing there, still close, still holding onto your wrist like he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to let go yet.

your breath finally steadied slightly, though your heart refused to follow. jungkook’s gaze dropped briefly to your lips again, slower this time, and you felt it all over again - the same pull, the same pressure, the same dangerous awareness that had been building since the storm. “say something,” he murmured, voice quieter now, almost restrained again like he was trying to regain control but not fully succeeding.

your mouth opened slightly, but nothing came out immediately, because there were too many things happening at once in your chest, too many thoughts colliding without forming into anything usable. finally, you managed, “what is this?” jungkook didn’t answer immediately, he just looked at you for a long moment, steady and unflinching, like the answer was already obvious to him even if it wasn’t to you yet.

then, quietly, almost too softly to hear over the water, he said, “i don’t know.” and for some reason, that made it worse, not better, because it meant he was still here anyway.

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what starts as quiet familiarity with global superstar Jeon Jungkook slowly becomes something more, until a fake dating scandal forces distance, jealousy, and emotional chaos between you both.

06. 𖤐 PIECES OF TOMORROW. 【 f, a 】 \ 9.1k /

nonidol!jk x fem!reader

after a miscarriage, you fall into deep grief while your overwhelmed husband, Jungkook, stays by your side, quietly supporting you as you both struggle through loss. Over time, through patience, love, and small steps forward, you slowly heal and begin rebuilding your lives together.

07. 𖤐 COME HOME TO ME 【 f, s 】 \ 4.3k /

husband!jk x pregnantwife!reader

in which your husband jeon jungkook comes back home to you - his 8 months pregnant, needy wife - after a reluctantly accepted five day business trip.

SERIES;

𖤐 WHERE DUTY MEETS FIRE - 01. 02. 【 s, a 】

prince!jk x princess!reader

forced into a political marriage you never chose, You arrive in a foreign court determined to hate everything about it—especially the prince you’re meant to marry. But Jungkook is not easily dismissed; where you resist, he remains, unwavering and quietly intent on keeping a bond you refuse to accept. What begins as defiance turns into something far more dangerous, as you are faced with a choice you’ve never been given before—to keep running, or to stay and understand the one person who won’t let you go.

𖤐 THE SEA DOES NOT FORGIVE - 【 s, a 】

piratejk x fem!reader

JK;

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